The Night Before Christmas 1967 (Spoken Word)

Jorma Taccone - Non-Music, Parody
The Night Before Christmas 1967 (Spoken Word)
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Duration: 2:45
Lyrics
Ahem, alright This is Spider-Man, the year is 1967 I'm going to be reading 'Twas the Night Before Christmas 'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse And certainly not criminals The stockings were hung by the chimney with care In hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there The children were nestled all snug in their beds While visions of sugar-plums danced in their heads And mamma in her 'kerchief, and I in my cap Had just settled our brains... What version is this? Had just settled our brains for a long winter's nap When my Spidey senses started tingling Out on the lawn, there arose such a clatter I sprang from my bed to see what was the matter Hey, there better not be any nefarious activity out here! 'Cause my Spidey senses are ring ranging off the hook! My Spidey senses Away to the window, I flew like a flash Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow Gave a luster of midday to objects below When what to my wondering eyes should appear But a miniature sleigh and eight tiny reindeer With a little old driver so lively and quick I knew in a moment, it must be St. Nick More rapid than eagles, his coursers they came And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name "Now, Dasher! Now, Dancer! Now Prancer and Vixen! On, Comet! On, Cupid! On, Dunder and Blixen!" You know what? You know what? This is long, this is really long I, I'll just skip to the end here Da da da da da da "Sugarplums," let's see, "threw up the sash" "Moon on the breast," that's funny "Chubby elf turned with a jerk" Here we go, big finish, and... But I heard him exclaimed, ere he drove out of sight "Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good night!" That good? Am I filling out a time card or you, you gonna send it to Judy? Alright, great I have a splitting headache Christmas party last night I was the ten sheets to the wind Threw up on the train tracks on 34th These kids saw me and... Not a good look for a Spider-Man Anyway... You're not still recording, are you? Okay, great
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Credits
- Writers
- Traditional
- Clement Clarke Moore
- Jorma Taccone